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Being pretty won’t save you from the bullies.
Unexpected Fresh Year Fresh Face revelation: make-up was a reaction to girl-on-girl bullying as much as it was to make myself attractive to men. It’s been eight days (one week back at work) without the routine of putting on make-up. … Continue reading
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Tagged #FYFF, bullying, femininity, Fresh Year Fresh Face, makeup, poetry, Pretty, slam
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Schmoetry
I’ve been sitting to write nearly every day since Christmas holidays, sticking my finger down my poetic throat, trying to vomit up some words, ANY words that will sound good. Sigh. Just gotta be patient. Upchuck is better than nothing. … Continue reading
My new home universe
My new home has lots of light. My new home has space for me and everything that is me or could conceivably be me in the future. Plus guests. If I want to paint the walls in my bedroom red, … Continue reading
Poetry Friday: The smells of the day
The Smells of the Day Asparagus a day later. Quiet desperation on a young techie at a networking event. Familiar aftershave on a stranger at Burrard and Pender. This pavement offers no fucking consolation. I’ve been walking, even running, for … Continue reading
Wordless Wednesday: Wannabe
The photo of me running is at the finish line of the Hatley Castle 8k, February 20, 2011, by Christopher Mackay. All rights reserved. The other photos are by me and are Creative Commons licensed. Feel free … Continue reading
Mark my words
Tongues of Fire. Open mic. Last Thursday night. I circled the Solstice Café twice before going in, writing my name on a slip of paper and putting it into a jar. Second name called was mine – no time for … Continue reading
The Mayor of Cook St Village Laundromat
First published at Life As A Human March 2010. “A laundromat? Seriously?” said a friend of mine the other day. He apologized right away. That is, after I said: “Are you judging me because I use a laundromat, or because … Continue reading
I have a tender heart
You must know this. It is only when his heart beats softly in my ear. It is only when the silence can settle in like a warm fog between and around us. It is only when the street sounds below … Continue reading